Through Darkest America-Extended Version (35 page)

The other man cried out in fright, crabbed away, leaving his friend behind...

Moving further north, he saw a little game, snicks and two
rabuts
. By late afternoon he smelled stock. The odor sent a sharp wave of nausea through his belly. Pictures appeared in his head, things he didn’t want to see. When the pens came into sight, he picked up his pace as quickly as he could. The stink was overpowering. The pens were set up in a clearing, on the bank of a sandy river that likely ran down to the sea. With a river close by you could dump all the waste from the stock and the organs nobody liked to eat.

As ever, there was a slow, constant motion in the pens, stock shuffling aimlessly about. He passed the breeding sheds, keeping his attention straight ahead, trying to ignore the growing knot that cramped his gut. He walked by a high board fence, past gateways and ramps, and came right on the mares. Howie stopped, too shaken to turn away. Sweat cold as ice stung his face. They were young, no more than fourteen, each one gravid and heavy-breasted, nearly ready to foal. One looked up, a mare with matted yellow hair, looked right at him with dull, incurious eyes, grunted in her throat and clutched her breasts. Bile rose up in Howie’s throat and he turned away and retched...

When the man came around, Howie jabbed him in once in the ribs. The man’s eyes went wide; a frightened cry was muffled in the gag.

Howie leaned in close. “You’re Anson Slade.” It wasn’t a question at all.

Slade nodded emphatically.

“I’m taking off this gag,” Howie said. “You want to yell, why that’s up to you. I ain’t against bringing blood.”

Howie stripped the gag away. Slade drew in a breath.

“Who the---hell are you?” Slade said angrily. “Damn it, I’ll have your---“

Howie touched Slade’s cheek with his knife. Slade went silent at once.

“What happened at Silver Island?” Howie said. “I want to know about that. I don’t want to hear nothing else.”

Slade looked surprised. “Everybody knows about that.”

“Well, you pretend I ain’t heard.”

Slade let out a breath. “Them Rebels landed guerrillas somehow. It all happened real fast. They killed all the
younguns
they could catch, and took off in the ‘glades. That’s all I know---“

Howie grabbed him by the shirt, slammed him hard against the floor.

“You listen, and listen hard. There isn’t any Rebels down there. The
gov’ment
itself done the killing. Mister, I know what Silver Island was for, and I know what you was
doin
’ down there. One of those girls was my sister. Her name was
Carolee
. You think about her.
Carolee
Ryder. You just keep thinking on her.”

Howie picked up Slade, carried him over his shoulder and lead him outside into the deep stands of oak. Even with the gag thrust deeply into Anson Slade’s mouth, Howie could hear him screaming inside all the way into the woods...

“There it is,” Captain Finley said. “
Bout
four miles off the starboard bow. New Los Angeles and port.”

Howie stood by the railing, watching the sea. Late on the afternoon before, Finley had pointed far to starboard at the hundreds of small islands off the shore. The gray points of land looked peculiar; most were no more than stubs, ragged mounds of stone that seldom rose more than twenty feet above the sea.

“Don’t appear real natural, do they?” the Captain had said. “That’s because they aren’t. What you’re looking at now is Old Los Angeles town. There’s a whole city there on the bottom. Right about there is where the shore used to be.” He waved his hand vaguely to the right.

“The war did that?” Howie couldn’t imagine such devastation, or what might have caused it.

“Partly the War. Folks say it was more than that, though. That unholy weapons of the time loosed something in the earth. The land just heaved up and cracked in two, and drowned the whole coast in the sea. Forty, fifty miles inland, and a hundred miles wide. No one can say it happened that way—--but the city’s down there, that’s a fact.”

Howie could think of nothing to say. Long after the Captain left, he stood and watched the dreary islands until they vanished far astern...

The caravan had been traveling through heavy stands of pine, spruce and fir for some time. On the morning after the sixth day out from New Los Angeles,
Ritcher
Jones called a halt. Brother Jonas and the others in Howie’s carriage scrambled eagerly to the ground. Howie joined them, wondering what the fuss was all about.

“What are we doing?” he asked. “We ain’t been riding for three hours.”

Jonas looked surprised. “Why, we’re here, boy. This is High Sequoia.”

Howie didn’t like to seem a fool, but he couldn’t see anything but trees.

“Look, over there,” Jonas said.

At first, Howie saw nothing but dense woods. Then, his eye caught something, but rejected it at once. It was clearly a trick of the light; there
werent
’ any trees that big, not anywhere. There were six or eight together, and he couldn’t sort them out. Then he saw another, and another after that, great, enormous shapes nearly lost in the dusty green light that filtered down from above.

“Great God
A’mighty
,” Howie cried. “They’re real, ain’t they?”

“Oh, they are, for certain,” Jonas said. “Giant Sequoias, the Lord’s finest creation. This is hallowed ground you’re standing on now. Don’t forget that. There’s nowhere like this in the world. Nowhere but here.”

“I reckon I’ll agree on that,” Howie said...

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